guards without bothering to look at them, “Wait outside.”
The guards left, closing the study door softly behind them. Michel Ard Rhi left Abernathy standing where he was and moved over to sit behind a huge, polished oak desk littered with paperwork. “Abernathy,”he said again,as if not yet convinced of it. “What are you doing here?”
Abernathy was no longer shaking. When the guards had captured him he had been so terrified that he could barely stand. Now he accepted his situation with the weary resignation of the condemned, and his acceptance gave him a small dose of renewed strength. He tried to keep his voice calm. “Questor Thews sent me here by mistake. He was trying something with the magic.”
“Oh?” Michel seemed interested. “What was the old fool trying this time?”
Abernathy showed nothing. “He was trying to change me back into a man.”
Michel Ard Rhi looked at him appraisingly and then laughed. “Remember how he changed you into a dog in the first place, Abernathy? Remember how he botched it? I'm surprised you let him come near you.”He shook his head hopelessly. “Questor Thews never could manage to do anything right, could he?”
He made it a statement of fact, not a question. Abernathy said nothing. He was thinking of the High Lord's medallion, still concealed beneath his tunic. He was thinking that whatever else happened, Michel Ard Rhi must not be allowed to discover he wore it.
Michel seemed to know what he was thinking. “Well,”he mused, drawing the word out. “Here you are, you say, delivered to me by your inept protector. Such irony. But you know what, Abernathy? Something isn't right about all this. No one human—or dog—crosses through the fairy mists without the medallion. Do they, Abernathy?”
He waited. Abernathy shook his head carefully. ‘The magic…”
“The magic?” Michel interrupted at once. “The magic of Questor Thews? You want me to believe that the magic was the cause of your passage out of Landover into this world? How… incredible!” He thought a moment and smiled unpleasantly. “I don't believe it. Why don't youprove it to me? Why don't you satisfy my curiosity? Open your tunic.”
Abernathy went cold. “I have told you…”
“Your tunic. Open your tunic.”
Abernathy gave it up. Slowly he unclasped the tunic front. Michel leaned forward as the silver medallion came into view. “So,”he said, his voice a slow hiss. “It
was
the medallion.”
He got up and walked out from behind the desk, coming to a stop directly in front of Abernathy. He was still smiling, a smile without warmth. “Where is my bottle?” he asked softly.
Abernathy held his ground, fighting down the urge to step back. “What bottle are you talking about, Michel?”
“The bottle in the case, Abernathy—where is it? You know where it is and you're going to tell me. I don't believe for a moment that you just happened to appear in my castle. I don't believe that this is all just the result of errant magic. What sort of fool do you think I am? The medallion brought you here from Landover. You came to Graum Wythe to steal the bottle, and that's what you've done. It only remains for me to discover where you have hidden it.”He paused thoughtfully. “Maybe it's in Elizabeth's room. Is that where it is, Abernathy? Is Elizabeth your accomplice in all this?”
Abernathy tried to keep any trace of fear for Elizabeth from his voice. “The little girl? She just happened to stumble on me, and I had to pretend with her for a bit. If you want, search her room, Michel.”He tried to sound disinterested.
Michel watched him like a hawk. He leaned forward a bit. “Do you know what I am going to do with you?”
Abernathy stiffened slightly. “I am sure you will tell me,”he replied.
“I am going to put you in a cage, Abernathy. I am going to put you in a cage just as I would with any stray animal.You'll be given dog food and water and a pad to sleep on. And that is where
The guards left, closing the study door softly behind them. Michel Ard Rhi left Abernathy standing where he was and moved over to sit behind a huge, polished oak desk littered with paperwork. “Abernathy,”he said again,as if not yet convinced of it. “What are you doing here?”
Abernathy was no longer shaking. When the guards had captured him he had been so terrified that he could barely stand. Now he accepted his situation with the weary resignation of the condemned, and his acceptance gave him a small dose of renewed strength. He tried to keep his voice calm. “Questor Thews sent me here by mistake. He was trying something with the magic.”
“Oh?” Michel seemed interested. “What was the old fool trying this time?”
Abernathy showed nothing. “He was trying to change me back into a man.”
Michel Ard Rhi looked at him appraisingly and then laughed. “Remember how he changed you into a dog in the first place, Abernathy? Remember how he botched it? I'm surprised you let him come near you.”He shook his head hopelessly. “Questor Thews never could manage to do anything right, could he?”
He made it a statement of fact, not a question. Abernathy said nothing. He was thinking of the High Lord's medallion, still concealed beneath his tunic. He was thinking that whatever else happened, Michel Ard Rhi must not be allowed to discover he wore it.
Michel seemed to know what he was thinking. “Well,”he mused, drawing the word out. “Here you are, you say, delivered to me by your inept protector. Such irony. But you know what, Abernathy? Something isn't right about all this. No one human—or dog—crosses through the fairy mists without the medallion. Do they, Abernathy?”
He waited. Abernathy shook his head carefully. ‘The magic…”
“The magic?” Michel interrupted at once. “The magic of Questor Thews? You want me to believe that the magic was the cause of your passage out of Landover into this world? How… incredible!” He thought a moment and smiled unpleasantly. “I don't believe it. Why don't youprove it to me? Why don't you satisfy my curiosity? Open your tunic.”
Abernathy went cold. “I have told you…”
“Your tunic. Open your tunic.”
Abernathy gave it up. Slowly he unclasped the tunic front. Michel leaned forward as the silver medallion came into view. “So,”he said, his voice a slow hiss. “It
was
the medallion.”
He got up and walked out from behind the desk, coming to a stop directly in front of Abernathy. He was still smiling, a smile without warmth. “Where is my bottle?” he asked softly.
Abernathy held his ground, fighting down the urge to step back. “What bottle are you talking about, Michel?”
“The bottle in the case, Abernathy—where is it? You know where it is and you're going to tell me. I don't believe for a moment that you just happened to appear in my castle. I don't believe that this is all just the result of errant magic. What sort of fool do you think I am? The medallion brought you here from Landover. You came to Graum Wythe to steal the bottle, and that's what you've done. It only remains for me to discover where you have hidden it.”He paused thoughtfully. “Maybe it's in Elizabeth's room. Is that where it is, Abernathy? Is Elizabeth your accomplice in all this?”
Abernathy tried to keep any trace of fear for Elizabeth from his voice. “The little girl? She just happened to stumble on me, and I had to pretend with her for a bit. If you want, search her room, Michel.”He tried to sound disinterested.
Michel watched him like a hawk. He leaned forward a bit. “Do you know what I am going to do with you?”
Abernathy stiffened slightly. “I am sure you will tell me,”he replied.
“I am going to put you in a cage, Abernathy. I am going to put you in a cage just as I would with any stray animal.You'll be given dog food and water and a pad to sleep on. And that is where
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